Date: Mon, 17 Jul 2006 09:52:49 -0700 (PDT)
From: Hardly Cored <hardly_cored@yahoo.com>
Subject: brother's little secret - 1st installment - gay - incest

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I always joked that my dad had a hobby and a habit... his hobby was
getting married and his habit was getting divorced... hehehe. My father
has been married more times than Liz Taylor and Paul McCartney put
together. While it was a source of joking when I was a kid, these
frequent pairings did have an unexpected outcome that has benefited me...
three additional sons, the oldest of which is 15 years younger than me
and the youngest almost 21 years younger. I never knew that, besides the
brotherhood, there would be any other benefits but I found out just
recently.

I was the only son between my father and his first wife, my mother. I was
blessed with my mother's creamy white complexion, fire engine red hair
and deep green eyes. I was blessed with my dad's height, muscle tone and
cock... thank god for that last one. I have seen so many red heads nude
and have always noticed, with most anyway, that they seem to have these
short, thin and flat cocks. I am no monster but am proud with the 4
inches of soft and thick cock I have and love to touch the 7.5 inches of
6.5 inch around cock that it grows into. It has been the source of great
pleasure to me since I started my early puberty after my 9th birthday. I
absolutely love to just edge on it for hours and then shoot a thick white
load that will sometimes fly over my head, even today at 31 years old.

I think that I have always considered myself straight but have never
turned down the opportunity to be with some hot stud. I prefer those who
also claim to be straight as well and a wedding ring will have me cumming
almost before I even get the guys number... and I usually do, by the way.
I certainly have never had any attraction towards a boy or teen since I
had been one and was surprised when it happened and even more surprised
that it was the oldest of my younger brothers.

Matt was the spitting image of my dad except for his eyes were bright
blue. We used to tease him when he was just a boy and tell him what a
heart-breaker he was gonna be when he grew up. He was that cute even as
an infant. Now, at 16, he is over 6 feet tall and is about 155 pounds.
Besides the occasional pick up basketball game and some bike riding he is
not a very active kid. I see him with out his shirt on quite a bit and,
even though he is obviously well on his way with puberty, he has not
quite lost that boyhood softness of his youth. Not that he is fat though,
just not defined at all. He never wears shorts but I have seen his legs
from time to time and they are very lightly furred with that same honey
brown hair he has on his head. I always notice a man's feet as well but
Matt never ever goes without socks on his size 13 feet. I have not seen
the boy's feet since before he was dressing himself. I first noticed his
underarm hair at 11 years old after a Christmas party. I guess, like me,
he had started his journey to manhood pretty early.

Early this year my father suffered from a heart attack. Although a great
scare, he seemed to come through it pretty well, but much weakened. His
two youngest boys were going to spend some time with their mother and new
husband at their home and Matt had decided to come and hang out with me
for a bit. I do not want to seem like I am a bad influence or any but
Matt likes to do some naughty things and, while not exactly encouraging
it, I do not try to stop his having a good time and often partake with
him. He is a cigarette smoker as well as drinking and smoking pot. These
are things he started doing without my influence and, as the "cool" older
brother, I did not want to try and change him. I have told him several
times however that if he is going to do the drinking and pot smoking then
he should do it around responsible adults who love him and can look after
him. At his age he still thinks that his hoodlum friends have his best
interest at heart. Overall though, Matt is a great kid that I spend a lot
of time with.

We no sooner got out of the driveway of my family home when Matt
says,"Hey, Dude, why don't you let me drive until we get to your house?
Dad won't ever have to know."

"Come on, Matt. We have gone over this before. No matter how old you are
you still do not have a driver's license. I know you think I am made of
many, Pal, but if you wrecked my car I would be screwed."

"I knew you were going to feed my that shit again. I wouldn't wreck your
car, Bro, I drive all the time. How about you just let me steer on the
highway?"

I knew that under this condition I would be able to take control back
quickly so all I could really say was, "OK." which was answered
with,"Cool !"

As we pulled onto the highway Matt took his left hand and grabbed the
wheel. We were doing about 75 miles and hour and he was doing just as
good a job steering as I would have on my own. I took a minute to take in
the sights and smells and was hit in the face with the incredible smell
of the Axe spray that Matt always wears. Now, I am not sure who made this
stuff up but have often joked that it must have been some old lady who
enjoyed the company of pubescent boys. While I consider myself a little
too old and refined for the spray myself, the smell of it, on just about
anyone, always brings pleasure to my senses. I also noticed that his
fingernails were bitten and filthy. Yuk! It is not that hard to trim and
clean your nails and I will make sure that gets done in short order. I
guess sometimes I even felt fatherly while trying to be the cool older
brother.

Pulling off the interstate I once again took control of the wheel and,
feeling dejected, Matt's hand fell right into my lap and onto the lump my
cock made down the right side of my tight shorts. He immediately realized
what he had done and said, "Opps. Sorry, Man. Don;t wanna get fresh with
you or anything." And then he gave a cute little boy laugh that almost
reminded me of a girls. My shock was intensified as, before he pulled his
hand away, He actually gave my inflating cock a squeeze and said, "Damn,
Dude, That's pretty nice for a softie, huh?" As he pulled his hand away I
could only groan out a, "Thanks, Bro. I do not get any complaints." I was
sweating by now, almost all the way hard, and slightly flattered. I knew
that he had entered puberty early, as I had, and I have had almost the
exact same dick since I was 14. I figured he probably wasn't doing to bad
on himself.

The moment passed quickly as we pulled into the liquor store parking lot.
I was about to get out of the car without saying anything when Matt
said,"Hey, Mark. Can you get some Vodka or Gin or something? I do not
like that dark shit you are always drinking. It goes down to hard. I
prefer something light in color. Oh, and can you get a couple of
strawberry cigarillos? Those licorice papers you use make my mouth taste
like dog shit."

I did not need to reply as he knew that, while not encouraging exactly, I
would pick up what he asked for. Just to be a smart-ass though I did quip
off a fast,"Been eating much dog shit lately?" and headed off into the
store.

After a quick stop at Rally's (maybe Checker's where you are from) we
were at the apartment watching some Robot Chicken I had Tivo'ed off of
adult swim and eating our sourdough Big Bufords.

"Man, Seth Green has got to be one twisted fuck. This shit is so funny.
Did you notice that when the dad showed his morning wood it had a
mustache?" And he just giggled that little girl sound again. For those
who have not seen the episode, this little boy wakes up talking to his
morning wood and then pulls a piece of wood out from his covers and
throws it in the drawer. When his mom comes in and asks if he is playing
with his morning wood again the boy looks nervous and says no. Then the
mom tells him not to worry and that his dad loves playing with his
morning wood. And then the dad comes in with his plank of wood and it has
a mustache. As silly as it sounds, the whole seen is actually quite
funny.

We mostly just have smart-assed conversations so I responded with,"Yeah,
that is pretty funny. Don't worry, Man, some day yours will get a
mustache too," and then elbowed him in the ribs with a chuckle of my own.

I could see his face get all mischievous and his voice went into a
falsetto, girl mocking tone as he asked playfully, "Really? Do you think
mine will get as big as yours one day, Daddy?" and started his regular
laughing again.

"You are the twisted one, you little freak ! I doubt yours will ever get
as big as the 22 inch trouser snake I keep in my pants," I said with my
own chuckle.

Matt just responded with a pfft of air and another chuckle and we went
back to watching the show. The show only lasts for 15 minutes and, when
it was over, Matt reached over and exited the TiVo.

Matt reached for his glass of Citrus Smirnoff I had purchased and took a
big gulp down his throat before asking,"You ready to chief, Dude? I am
gonna go ahead and get this blunt rolled up real quick."

We watched a bit more of the tube while getting buzzed on the alcohol and
smoke and just having more of our back and forth smart-ass banter. Then,
as a working man, I had to be the party-pooper and tell Matt it was time
for me to go to bed.

"Aww, Man, you are such a pussy. Hey, can you get me those pajama bottoms
I always wear when I am here?"

I walked into the bedroom and got him the pj's, I never told him they
were girl's bottoms that were left at my house by the way, and threw them
across the room at him. I finished the distance between me and him and
gave him our usual goodnight kiss on the lips and we gave each-other a
strong hug. And there was that Axe again...

"Nite, Dude. I am gonna catch up on some tube before I go to bed. Keeping
the ladies satisfied takes up most of time," and the giggle again.

I went to the kitchen and got a hand towel out for him. As I threw it to
him I said,"Just in case, Buddy."

He smiled at me and dropped the towel on the floor as he
responded,"Probably not tonight, Dude. I have been trying to save it for
at least three days at a time. I think it is a lot better that way and I
am only on day two."

"Whatever floats your boats, Pal. I am off to bed. Nite, Love you."

"Love you too, Bro. Goodnight."

I laid in bed for some time just listening to the constantly changing
drone of the television as my little brother channel surfed through what
sounded like every single channel. I considered jacking off for a minute
as I smelled the Axe that had rubbed off on my arm and was asleep before
I ever even got my cock out.

My dreams were fitful. All around I was surrounded by guys who were
getting their 22 inch cocks sucked by smaller and younger little versions
of themselves. I woke with a start to a very hard cock, a lot of
confusion at my dream and a very loud TV.

Standing up and pulling my cock into the waistband of my boxers, I made
my way quickly to the living room to turn the TV down. The clock on the
VCR made the time about 230 am and I had to be at work in the morning.
Turning the TV down I glanced back at my little brother. He was flat on
his back on the couch wearing the pj bottoms and socks. His cover was
thrown back off of him and his left arm was behind his head. The boy had
more pit hair than me and it was caked with white deodorant. As my eyes
scanned his body they cam to rest on the obvious hard-on he had in his
pj's.

I was suddenly wide awake. I lit a cigarette and had a seat on the sofa
that I had setup in an "L" shape with the couch my brother was laid out
on. I had a full view of his body from the shoulders down and, maybe it
was the dream but, I suddenly was having very unbrotherly thoughts about
my little 16 y/o brother. I stared him up and down, mostly at his hard
dick, through my cigarette and then made a move I never thought that I
would.

My whole body was shaking with both fear and excitement as I scooted off
the sofa and onto my knees next to the couch. I watched my brother's face
as he took in one sleeping deep breath after another. convinced that he
was indeed asleep, I took my right hand and, with the softest touch
imaginable, laid it directly on to his stomach. My hand felt like is was
burning up with the heat of his hot and horny teen-aged skin. I gently
glided my hand back and forth over his stomach and slid down to his thin
treasure trail leading beneath his bottoms. His hair was a little
different than mine and I loved the coarseness of it as I gently pulled
on each curled strand.

Pulling back my right hand I tried to steady myself as i now put my left
hand on his stomach and moved my right hand directly onto his cloth
covered tent-pole. I was still shaking as I took in everything but gave
no thought to what I was doing. I do not know what I expected from a 16
y/o boy but I think I was using myself for a comparison. With that
thought I was a little surprised by what my right hand was feeling. I am
not a good judge of inches and size so I can only include my thoughts on
the matter. His hard as steel cock was little. What I could feel was
about the length of my thumb half again and, taking it in my grasp
through the pj material, I realized it was maybe twice as big around as
the same thumb. I have to honestly say that my first thought was...poor
kid ! We used to make fun of little dicked guys when I was in school and
I hoped that he was not suffering that same ridicule. I was also thinking
that I did not care if it was half the size, I was having fun playing and
was going to continue to do so.

When I was a teenager and experimenting with other boys at sleepovers who
were often pretending to be asleep, there seemed there was a universal
signal of the OK to go ahead. It was nothing we ever talked about, it was
just done. Maybe it was the first boy who started and everybody else just
followed along. When the guys were sure what you wanted, and were
receptive, they would flex their cocks three times. As I caressed my
brother's cloth covered boy dick with my fist I felt the first one. The
pulse was so strong and long that it almost bounced my hand away. After
the blood engorged cock relaxed a bit I felt it flex twice more in quick
succession and I almost creamed my stomach with my dick head sticking out
over my waistband. I was going to do it. I was going to get this boy off.
I was going to suck his boy dick.

I removed my right hand from his cock and curled the fingers into the
elastic of both the pj's and the boxers underneath. I could feel his
pubes brushing my fingertips as I pulled the fabric, both very slowly and
gently, over his rock hard pussy poker. The light from the television
revealed to me the most beautiful dick I have ever seen before or since.
I do not know that I had ever thought of a cock as pretty but this one
was. The coarse brown hair was curled all over his pubic area in a small
"V". Laying right in the middle of it was the object of my desire. I was
aware of the lack of size from the fondling but was taken aback from the
sheer beauty of the thing. It was a lot darker in color than mine and you
could visual see how hard it was. About halfway up you could see the
dark discoloration ring where outside skin met inside skin. The top half
was much lighter than the bottom half but still much darker than my own.
Capping the end was a perfect mushroom shaped cock-head that was twice as
big around as his shaft. One more pulse that pushed his fuck stick off
his pubes and the large slit in the center pouted out two clear drops of
fluid, one rolling one way off his cock-head and the other drop going the
other direction. Even in this heightened state of arousal I found myself
remembering the old stupid joke about if a rooster laid an egg on the
roof peak which direction would it roll. Of course roosters do not lay
eggs but you can get the comparison.

I took the next step as I held his waistband against his thigh with my
left hand and grabbed his boy cock with my right. Once again the heat of
his skin almost felt as if it were burning me. I could feel the hot
slickness of his fuck lube as my fist took in his entire shaft. I found
myself wondering how he even jacked off with those big hands of his. I
spent a great deal of time just stoking around and spreading each drop of
juice that leaked from his slit into his entire cock. At another stronger
flex of his dick, I took the real plunge.

I held his cock by the base as I took a swipe of his incredibly red
helmet with my tongue. Matt groaned a hardly audible moan and I got a
little worried. It suddenly occurred to me exactly what I was doing and
how much trouble I could get into for this shit. I never looked up to his
face, too afraid of what I would see, and just spent a little time
smelling his smells as his breathing returned to something like normal.
He smelled of a clean boy who had showered today but had also spent an
entire day trapped in boxers and pants. Slightly sweet, slightly sour,
mostly clean and just that overpowering tangy scent of pure boy crotch.

I spread my lips and slowly took the large mushroom head into my mouth. I
hardly had time to enjoy the sweet flavor of his prefuck before his hips
raised up of the couch and forced his entire cock into my mouth. Even
though not even reaching my throat, the surprise and force of the
unexpected invasion almost made me choke. I held still with my nose
buried in his boy pubes as his boy relaxed a bit and I kept him
completely in my mouth as his ass slowly sank back to the couch. As the
tension left his body I began the slow up an down motions of a
cocksucker. Making sure not to swallow the saliva gathering in my mouth
and being sure to savor the flavor of his cock lube, I started my mouth a
flicking tongue on the all too short journey from the base of his cock to
the large head. As my tongue tickled the little bumps left from his
circumcision all around the underside of his head, his cock gave that
incredibly strong pulse again and the sexiest of "Uuuuummmmm"s left his
mouth as I continued the exploration. This time his flex did not relax.
His cock was incredibly hard and it was if it was pressing itself back
against my tongue.

After spending a lot of time on the head I slowly sank back down to the
base. As his head slid across my tongue I pushed it up into the roof of
my mouth while my tongue caressed the under side of the shaft. I began
twisting my mouth with each up and down motion and spent several seconds
on each upstroke just concentrating on the head.

His breathing was now going at an incredibly fast pace. His hips shot up
again and this time when they fell it started a succession of short and
quick forceful jabs.

"Oh, Ashley... Oh, Ashley... UUUUUMMMMM, ASHLEY," and then bam. While
moaning out his pretty little girlfriend's name, he let me have it.

His cock head somehow got even larger since he had not let up from his
last flex even now. It swelled then released, swelled then released,
swelled again and shot an amazingly big gob of boy cum into my mouth. It
was so thick and pungent and I could even taste the vodka from earlier in
it. It was an incredible turn on to have my brother's balls, which I
still had not even seen, releasing two days of his baby makers into my
mouth. The head relaxed and then swelled again and as this shot hit my
tongue I went all the way back down to the base. Having swallowed twice
already, I held his dick as far in as his thrusting hips would allow and
swallowed five more times, one for each pule of thick fluid into my
mouth. And then it was over.

As his hips returned to the couch one last time I tried to clean the head
but was left unable as he rolled over towards the back of the couch and
his dick fell out of my mouth. The waistband of his clothes snapped away
from my fingers and landed back in place with a loud SNAP.

I picked up the towel that he had left unsoiled earlier and used it to
clean up the cum that my cock had forced through my waistband and onto my
abs thinking that I had never even touched myself.

All comments, questions and suggestion will be well received. This story
is completely fictional although the characters, in some form, do
actually exist.

This is a lot of fun... If you haven't shared with nifty, START!

This is my first attempt at writing this down. Please be nice, Guys! All
questions, comments and remarks will be well received.

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Throwing the towel to the floor and returning to bed I felt some surprise
at myself and my reactions. I expected to feel really bad, post orgasm,
for taking advantage of my brother this was... for essentially molesting
him... but what I felt was a great satisfaction and an anxiousness at the
thought of the next time I get to have that boy spew his hot and sweet
(tinged with the alcohol) kid scum in my mouth.